Steel steam and flame

Frito took the shotgun and hit Cassia on the head hard. He was caught midway. In the distorted sound, the thick barrel directly changed its shape. Already anticipating this situation, Frito pulled out his special tactical knife with his backhand and stabbed Cassia in the chest.

The sharpness was completely incomparable to the black scales. The tip of the knife could not even penetrate Cassia's body, leaving only a white mark on the scales. With a spark, the tactical knife slid up his chest towards Cassia's jaw, trying to penetrate the relatively weak tissue there. But the tip of the tactical knife had been completely damaged by the friction. In a short time, it could only be pressed against Cassia's chin.

Not in the mood to defend at all, Cassia put the fingers of both hands together and slashed at Frito's neck.

"Bang..." The hand knife was blocked by Frito's crossed hands. The bones collided with each other, and the sound turned into a clanking feeling of steel. The huge impact force forced Frito to take a few steps back. When his body stabilized, Cassia was already in front of him and kicked him hard in the lower body.

The dull sound was like kicking against a hard wall. There was a sarcastic look on Frito's face. He immediately closed his feet and locked the leg kicked by Cassia. Then his body suddenly leaned forward and his head turned into He hit Cassia's chest with a heavy hammer.

The abnormal weight finally showed some advantage at this time. When the body flew backward, Cassia's feet were only slightly off the ground. The moment her toes touched the concrete floor, Cassia let her body sink artificially, and all the unfinished strength was absorbed by her body. Frito seized the opportunity and rushed over again. He seemed to have strong confidence in his physical strength, and all his attacks relied on physical collisions.

Cassia stabilized her body and moved a few meters away. She easily pulled out the twisted steel bar that was inserted into the ground to attack Ovelia. She swung it and pulled out countless flowing shadows. Then, amid the tearing wind, she slashed horizontally. To Frito's waist.

Frito's body suddenly stopped on the spot in advance, and just as he was about to duck aside, the steel bar had already flashed to his side and hit him on the waist. The steel bar bent directly to an angle close to a right angle under the reaction force. His weight was still within the normal range of the operator. At this time, he flew to one side with a deafening collision sound.

The recent changes seemed to have caused him to lose the softness and flexibility of his limbs. Frito wanted to twist his body in mid-air and land steadily on the ground, but his movements could not keep up with the instructions of his brain, and it was all a useless struggle.

His body twisted slightly, and Cassia had already determined his flight trajectory a few steps away and was waiting in front. Cassia raised her arm, and her elbow was shaped like a hammer, hitting Frito's heart accurately.

With a bang, Frito turned a standard right angle in mid-air and hit the ground at Cassia's feet. The smashed body caused a strong wind to sweep across the ground, and the strands of steam that spread here were also stirred into pieces. Frito wanted to prop up his body immediately, but the next moment, a foot had already kicked him, and even greater force emerged from his waist, causing his body to bend dozens of degrees, and then scraped against the concrete. The ground rolled towards the warehouse. The long windbreaker on his body rubbed against the ground, leaving a long trace that almost seemed to be cut off in the middle.

While rolling, Frito gritted his teeth and endured the pain to find a proper position. He immediately pushed his hands down, and his body drew an arc and stood upright. But before he could stand firm, Cassia's black figure had already flashed into him. In his pupils, a pair of hands were like black sharp swords, thrust into his neck.

"Hiss..." Frito immediately sucked in a breath of moist air, and his chest swelled. When his hands were about to touch his neck, he immediately closed his mouth tightly, and his teeth closed like a gate, making a sharp and harsh friction sound.

"Pap-pap-pap-pap..." The bones in the fingers collided and made a crisp sound, and Cassia's dilated cross pupils solidified slightly at this time. His hands covered with cuticles still had good sensory intensity, and the touch of his fingertips convinced Cassia that what he was touching was no longer the surgeon's neck, but a steel structure comparable to high-grade alloys.

But without any hesitation, the hands instinctively opened up and grasped Frito's throat. The muscles pulled down and began to squeeze tightly. It's just that the cylindrical throat is like a solid rigid cylinder covered with reinforced ribs, and has a toughness that is inconsistent with it. For a moment, Cassia had the illusion that she could not crush it. In this short period of time, Frito had already crossed Cassia's hands on his neck, pulled him down suddenly, and kicked Cassia in the abdomen.

The water on her throat acted as lubricant, and Cassia's hands couldn't hold Frito and left his neck. But the sharp cuticles on the fingertips turned into sharp blades, which circled around and cut most of the skin on Frito's neck.

There was no blood flowing down as expected. Even after the skin was scratched, the blood did not flow out. The skin is just a layer of skin, just like the wrapping paper on a delicate product. It no longer has any other meaning except the superficial meaning.

Under that layer of bloodless skin, there was no bright red flesh. It is a pale color with a rough feel after polishing. The thing that Cassia couldn't crush with her hands was exactly this kind of substance, something that was hard and strong but soft at the same time, and the cuticle only left intermittent scratches on it.

"Bone?" The word appeared subconsciously in Cassia's brain. Although this white substance resembled a soft body, it did not visually appear as hard as the operator's bones. The shape has nothing to do with bones. The pale substance on Frito's neck is more like a hose that can expand, contract and rotate within a small range. The wrinkles on it are clearly telling this. The purpose of the structure.

There was a familiar feeling, and Cassia thought she had seen something similar to it somewhere. Although the shape was different, the function was almost identical. That was a person in the Blinuo area who had been transformed by the dragon himself, and belonged to Frangli under the Three Primary Colors Group. He also had a tough skeleton, but the coverage on his body at that time was far from reaching such a standard. Under the skin, large tangled dark red muscles can still be seen at the wound opened by the blade.

The two may be the same thing. At this time, it seems that it is very reasonable to call Franry's condition at that time an immature surgical development. It's just that the stages of surgery between Frito and Franli were different, and their physical fitness and intensity were also very different. These reasons led to different results in the development of the same surgery.

"Tsk..." Frito breathed out. He looked at Cassia who had stepped back a few meters away. At the same time, he touched his neck with his hand and pulled off the layer of skin that was still attached there: "Actually, I admire you very much. You dared to carry out the development of squamation surgery in the early stage of the second stage of the operation. At least I don't have this courage. So I chose a simplified branch of squamation. That's what I am now. You Call it full bone coverage.”

As he spoke, Frito knocked on the soft bone exposed on his neck, and still made a clear "dong dong" sound: "The only characteristic is defense. To deal with your undeveloped scales, I think it should be enough."